Moomba closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. "Ahhhh. Much better. I'm no longer bound like I was on that island." he clapped his hands, smiling at Fadran. "For that you have my thanks. Now that I'm free, it's probably a good idea to become someone a little more durable." With that odd statement, Moomba took a sudden step backwards. Where he'd been standing was a misty shadow of sorts. The shadow resembled Moomba, but was still mostly incorporeal and hard to make out. Moomba gave a little wave, and faded into a similar mist. As one Moomba faded, the other became real, white fog morphing into tanned skin.
The man now standing in Moomba's place appeared to be a younger version of the one that had just disappeared. They had a similar face and build, but any similarities stopped there. This man had his hair shaved and braided in the style of the Seanchan High Blood, though no member of the Blood would be caught dead wearing his clothing. He had a loose longcoat on, with a tank top underneath, and a pair of simple but sturdy trousers. For some odd reason, he also had bandages on his feet in place of shoes.
This new Moomba looked around, annoyed by the lack of light. "Odd place, this." was all he said. With a slight smile, he tossed the goldmind back to its original owner without a word.